Oh, it could have been. A couple of weeks ago, it would have been a dream getaway (although it would have been impossible to do it). But, we are not lovers anymore--unfortunately.
T somehow talked me into getting on a plane. You know, the same one that he took Derek up in, where he is the pilot. I froze when I saw it, and practically laughed in his face. But, I went. He could talk me into anything--unfortunately.
He backed away, telling me that I was not thinking straight. He reminded me of what I would be leaving behind. I was such in a dream state that I had forgotten about my son. I snapped back to reality. I had lost my mind for a second--thinking only of myself, and not the big picture. This is why I cannot drink--my heart takes over when my head should lead the way.
Now, I am home after a wonderful getaway. I needed it so badly to store up my energy for the fight ahead of me. I am keeping myself busy, cooking for the week and cleaning. I'm trying to keep myself occupied so that I don't think about the fact that T is right next door, and I would rather be with him.